cata strophix... im clairvoient in your decimation, i predict your soul has reservation in hell, never to expiereince levitation, just as in life you will never complete elevation, when you're continually eaten alive by sptters like sublime, im worthy of awe and praise..you aren't even worthy of death..so you're destined to wander the earth while your flesh whithers away and your bones decay...fuck rhyming, i spit ectoplasm to haunt your nights and darken your days...rejected by life and death..you strugle in a state of no existence..strokin your dick ith persistence..curled in a fetal position out in the gutter as sewer water serves as your cover...you shiver and shudder but never get sick..the diseases see you and decide to inhabit a puddle of wet shit...you mean nothing, you are nothing, you will always be nothing...fucka line limit..fucka rhyme gimmick..i came at you life? naw i came at your being FUCK YOU

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